Mind Excavation, Wasted Ideas, Manuscript Goal, and the Writing Curse
Worked on my story some more this morning. No specific word count. I am still working out details, characters, relationship, conflicts, etc., to support and build on the parts of the story I've written so far. This may result in changes to what I've written, but that's why it's called revision.
And, as I work on the world building stuff, spurts of scenes and dialogue continue to emerge. It really is more like excavation than creation. Maybe that really is want the creation process is--mind excavation.
I am not sure how the pieces will fit together. But that, really, is part of the fun.
I was a little pissed off as I started to write this morning. Maybe pissed off is too strong. Miffed? Frustrated?
Anyway, I had a slew of ideas in the middle of the night a few days ago. I was going to jot them down, but I was concerned I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. I have been having troubles with waking up in the middle of the not and not being able to fall asleep, and it's been taking a toll. So I decided to go back to sleep.
The next day: busy. Didn't jot down notes. Next thing I know, it's the weekend, and I have pretty much all but lost those ideas.
I have to record those ideas right away from now on.
I still have not been able to write on a daily basis. I feel I am getting closer to the point of being able to. It's been another pretty hectically, crazy semester. It always is, and there is always something new.
Time to stop making excuses and instead create a plan that will allow me to write every day. EVERY DAY. No exceptions.
I have, at least, committed to this story, regardless of the outcome. My goal is to finish the manuscript by the end of the year. I think that is a reasonable goal.
Maybe not polished by then, but something I will be able to claim as a finished novel manuscript. That seems too far off.
One word at a time.
I would love for someone else to love it and then publish it. But writing really is a labor of love. I do it because I can't not. It's almost a curse.
And, as I work on the world building stuff, spurts of scenes and dialogue continue to emerge. It really is more like excavation than creation. Maybe that really is want the creation process is--mind excavation.
I am not sure how the pieces will fit together. But that, really, is part of the fun.
I was a little pissed off as I started to write this morning. Maybe pissed off is too strong. Miffed? Frustrated?
Anyway, I had a slew of ideas in the middle of the night a few days ago. I was going to jot them down, but I was concerned I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. I have been having troubles with waking up in the middle of the not and not being able to fall asleep, and it's been taking a toll. So I decided to go back to sleep.
The next day: busy. Didn't jot down notes. Next thing I know, it's the weekend, and I have pretty much all but lost those ideas.
I have to record those ideas right away from now on.
I still have not been able to write on a daily basis. I feel I am getting closer to the point of being able to. It's been another pretty hectically, crazy semester. It always is, and there is always something new.
Time to stop making excuses and instead create a plan that will allow me to write every day. EVERY DAY. No exceptions.
I have, at least, committed to this story, regardless of the outcome. My goal is to finish the manuscript by the end of the year. I think that is a reasonable goal.
Maybe not polished by then, but something I will be able to claim as a finished novel manuscript. That seems too far off.
One word at a time.
I would love for someone else to love it and then publish it. But writing really is a labor of love. I do it because I can't not. It's almost a curse.
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